Sylas stepped out from the cell with a calm expression on his face. At that moment, the darkness that had consumed everything slipped away and he could see the entire situation.
The dungeon was still quite dull, but it was no longer to the point that one couldn’t even see the hand before their face. It was almost like stepping into a separate world.
The Sylph’s method might have been easily exploited by the likes of Sylas, but he noticed an ingenuity in their Rune methods that actually intrigued him more than not. In fact, he was curious to meet the person that designed this Dungeon.
Was it really the Sylphs? Or was it the party pulling their strings?
It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if it was the latter, but Sylas was intrigued by them nonetheless.
Sylas looked away from the long corridor of dull blue stone and ahead. His eyes landed on a Clypsian with greyed hair. He had an upper body that was almost too wide, bristling with muscle and veins. By comparison, his lower body looked atrophied.
‘His legs have been crippled. But…’
He was strong. Very strong.
It wasn’t just his Will, but his actual power was on another level. If he wasn’t in the D-Grade, he was very close.
Sylas had met those with close to D-Grade strength before, Megean was one of them. But this man… he felt stronger.
There was no way Sylas was going to try and use his new Scouting Skill on him. He knew that it would only end very poorly, so it would be a waste for him to even try.
“Wait here,” Sylas said calmly. Then, his body flashed.
Minutes later, he returned with bloodied fingers and keys in his hand. He hooked a key into the man’s cell and clicked it open.
There was a change in the Clypsian’s eyes as he could finally see Sylas for the first time. In an instant, it felt as though a telekinesis that could crush the world had appeared all around Sylas.
“Release me daughter.”
Sylas just stood there, his expression not changing in the slightest.
The eyes of the man narrowed. How strong was Sylas’ Will that he wasn’t affected in the slightest? He hadn’t used his Will to attack Sylas just yet, but the mere presence of it should have been able to make an F-Grade piss their pants.
“I see. You’re not a D-Grade yet. In which case…”
Sylas touched on the Gluttony Seed for the first time in a long while, flicking out a finger. A concentrated line of menacing telekinesis came from his claw, forming a sharp blade through the air fueled by none other than his Gluttony Seed and…
The Grimblade Unique Gene.
Chi.
Nosphaleen’s father shuddered, his face twisting in pain as his telekinesis was ripped to shreds. In that moment, Sylas could have practically done almost anything to him.
As powerful as the man’s Will was, it was nowhere near an Enlightened Will. At best, by Sylas’ estimation, it was in Forging level—maybe. Honestly, he wasn’t very sure because he wasn’t familiar with how Will would translate in the E-Grades, and the Wills of the Clypsians were so much different from any he had felt before.
Sylas didn’t often interact with other telekinesis users, but even the few he had were nothing like this. It was likely because their Wills were the only ways they could interact in this dungeon, so they had trained them to an extreme.
In terms of control, they were actually beyond Sylas.
But in terms of raw power, especially when the Gluttony Seed was involved?
It might as well have been night and day. Sylas was a true monster.
“We can have a relationship where we use each other, I don’t mind. But don’t try and force my hand. Your daughter isn’t in a beast holding bag, she’s in a realm formed by my Profession’s ability. If I die while she’s in there, she dies as well. Remember that.”
After saying this, Sylas moved from one cell to the next, freeing them all.
He realized quite quickly that the key that he had wouldn’t work for everyone, but that much was fine. With Nosphaleen’s father released, the rest was quite easy. Sylas didn’t even have to lift a finger.
The man used his telekinesis to move around, never once mentioning the state of his legs. Sylas wasn’t actually sure if he had a method to fix them either.
Whatever injury it was had to be quite severe, and likely levied by someone at a tier higher than him, otherwise his Healing Factor would have likely kicked in.
‘Would he have a healing factor if he wasn’t an Overlord…?’
After everyone was released, Sylas gathered them together using Nosphaleen’s father, Vaelmyr, as a lightning rod.
“The head here is my real target.” Sylas projected his Will to those around him. Learning from the Clypsians, he began to train his Will in other ways, and it could be said that he was a quick learner. In just a few seconds, he had shown them the location he had in mind.
While he was scouting the dungeon’s Runes, he had already found the location of their head of security. If he was correct, there was an almost 100% chance that this individual was an Overlord, and that was what he really needed.
The odds that this Overlord would have other Overlords around him were high.
Sylas obviously didn’t use his visualization on them directly or else he would be caught. He just understood the layout of the dungeon like the back of his hand, so he knew where the most important officials would be.
“Launch an assault there, kill everyone in sight, and bring me the most important F-Grade you can find.”
“… You’re sending us on a suicide mission just after we escaped?”
“This isn’t a suicide mission. Whether you succeed or not will decide whether we can all leave this planet, or whether we all die right here.”